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Text:Our Days, alas! our mortal Days

II.XXXIX. Our Days, alas! our mortal Days

1 Our Days, alas! our mortal Days,
Are short and wretched too;
"Evil and Few," the Patriarch says,
And well the Patriarch knew.

2 'Tis but at best a narrow Bound
That Heav'n allows to Men,
And Pains and Sins run through the Round
Of Threescore Years and Ten.

3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my Days in Haste;
Moments of Sin, and Months of Woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

4 Let heav'nly Love prepare my Soul,
And call her to the Skies,
Where Years of long Salvation roll,
And Glory never dies.

Text Information
First Line: Our Days, alas! our mortal Days
Language: English
Publication Date: 1766
Topic: Misery and Shortness of Life
Notes: Public Domain.
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